Raised in the south where the beach is near, the horses run wild, and the tea is always sweet. A couple heartbreaks, AHA! moments, and a trip to Japan pushed me to write more. Journals later, trashcans full of sharpies, and my iPhone created osomoto. When I’m not writing, I’m locked in my room reading. Whisky neat, the mountains, and snowboarding are my guilty pleasures. Despite my tomboyish ways, ranunculas and juliet roses are the way to my heart (if not, a bowl of ramen.)